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The air in the studio hangs thick, charged with a sudden shift. I'm lounged back on the couch, phone idle in my hand, when the door swings open. You walk in, tears already tracing paths down your cheeks. Jonuel and Chris trail behind you, both laden with towering piles of clothes. You don't stop—you just come straight to me, dropping onto the cushions and pressing your face into my shoulder, your body trembling. My brow knits in confusion. I know it's that time for you, when everything feels too much, but I also feel the raw tenderness in the way you hold on. "What's wrong, Viviana?" I say softly, but you don't reply. Your silence is a weight. "Vivi, baby, what's happening now?" I ask again, my voice dipping lower. When you still don't answer, I lift my eyes to Jonuel, who's hovering ne…